Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“Being able to defend yourself is important. I’m glad she taught you two early.”
“Mmm hmmm… I can fight, but fighting sometimes ain’t enough. Too bad I ain’t have that heat on me when I was in college. Woulda made a world of difference. The storm would’ve never came.” Hatred blazed in her dark eyes. “Now, you’d be hard pressed to run into me without a piece on me. You ain’t got to teach me that I can’t have my guard down but one time.” She raised her finger. “Lesson learned.”
“You ever have to use Dolly and Parton? Or have to shoot anyone, period?”
She was quiet for a long time, then reached for her juice and took a few gulps.
“This woman broke in my house one time… said I was messin’ with her husband. I ain’t even know who her damn husband was. At first I found it kinda funny, but I was mad too, ’cause she was in my house. My sanctuary. To this day I don’t know how she got in my apartment, she ain’t never say when I asked her, but I got a hold of one of my guns and gave ’er a warning shot. She got up outta there real fast. Thought I was gonna stand there and wrestle with her weird ass. I saw the car she drove off in, filed a police report, and they saw on somebody’s store camera who she was not that long afterwards. She got arrested at her job. Bitch was a whole ass teacher. Throwin’ her good career away over some bullshit.
“Come to find out, her husband was some fella that used to come to the strip club all the time and had gotten a little obsessed with me. He was a chiropractor. Plain lookin’ and too handsy. That’s all I remembered ’bout him. He was lying to himself, and to her, and believed me and him was in a relationship I guess.” She shrugged.
“What happened to the husband after you figured out he was the one that caused this mess in the first place?”
“This fool had the nerve to show back up to the club and try to pretend he didn’t know what the problem was. Had his ol’ lady going crazy over a lie and some movie he had playing in his head. She was in jail, lost ’er job, and he was back at the spot like not a damn thang had changed. I made sure the bouncers had the 411 as soon as I spotted him. They took him out back and beat him down to the mothafuckin’ ground. He ain’t come ’round there no more after that.” She chuckled. “Had to let these mothafuckas know, Len, don’t let the pretty smile fool you.” Her grin faded into the darkest alley and the deepest valley. “I’m ’bout that life.
“My father was a killa ’foe he got saved and said he was called to preach the word. My mother ain’t no angel, either. She on that eye for an eye type shit. I made it clear to that lunatic that next time I wuddn’t giving just no warning shot to his ol’ lady. I felt a lil’ sorry for her, so I let her live, but there would be no second chances. On soul. Next time, I’ll be shootin’ to kill, and he wouldn’t be walkin’ away from that club if I saw him again, neither. I told him straight up that he’d be leaving in a body bag, and I might toss a few dollars on it.”
She polished off her juice and got to her feet.
“Anyway, baby, I gotta run some errands and what not before work tonight. I know you have to get ready to leave soon, too.” He got up and walked back with her to the bedroom so she could put on her pants she wore the night before, and her shoes. As she collected her belongings, he glanced at his watch one last time. He slipped out of his jogging pants and whistled to her. She turned around, her sock in her hand, and her eyes widened at the sight of him stroking his dick.
“‘Jolene’ ain’t the only Dolly Parton song that needs to be discussed today.”
“Oh, really? I never took you for a Dolly Parton fan. What’s another one we need to talk about?” She put her hand flirtatiously on her hip, tilting her head back as she belted a laugh.
“‘Here You Cum Again,’… because you’re definitely about to be cummin’.” She spun around and burst out laughing. “Take that shit off. All of it. Right now. You’re gonna give me some more pussy before you leave up out of here.”
“You ain’t the boss of me.” She smirked. Taking a few wobbly steps back.
“Ain’t tryna be the boss, just tryna get ya ass ate and ya salad tossed.”